Life with Meredith is always fun, always an adventure, the
attitude that you only live once so enjoy every second.

...While wearing costumes.

...And cracking up laughing.

We lived together in South
Carolina and Meredith, my twin sister, Joy, and I were dubbed triplets by the foreigners who ran the liquor store, and we fully embraced that - three short blondes running around town.

When Meredith graduated she moved back to
New Orleans and I followed suit a year later.

It was rough, my move back to New Orleans, and I fully credit
Meredith with helping me get through the difficult time I had adjusting to my New Orleans life.

I was literally in the winter of my discontent when I
moved back with a terrible job and terrible relationship and for months the
only happiness came from going over to Meredith’s apartment every day after
work to have a glass of wine and a walk around the neighborhood.

Really, her
middle name should be sunshine.

Meredith is always up for anything, no matter how outlandish my ideas are.

She joined several running clubs
with me (to meet fit, athletic guys, fail), she canoe-camped and
hiked-camped with me without hesitation.

We did the St. Patrick’s Day underwear
run (accidentally flashed people my left boob, fail.)

She was my date for dances and parties
and weddings and even crashed an OKStupid date I went on because it was funny. And he was boring.

We’ve had countless sleepovers, been to countless Mardi Gras parades, Jazz
Fests, happy hours, brunches, lunches, dinners, horse bettings at the
fairgrounds, and both enjoy the same lifestyle laced with live music.

She also seethes at guys who have wronged me.

I couldn’t ask for a
better friend.

I also appreciate her brainy-ness. I regularly read her the
“medical mystery” of the week in The New
York Times Magazine and clap wildly when she figures out the diagnosis.

When Meredith moved back to the beach in South Carolina this
summer, I tried FOUR DIFFERENT TIMES to write a blog about how much I missed
her, but couldn’t without crying WAAAAAH I MISS MY FRIEND!!!!

(Crying, which she expressly told me not to do. Meredith never entertained
my wallowing.)

I’m absolutely convinced she got a tear drop tattoo on her
finger just to use it on me, hahahaha

So after wailing for the fourth time, I decided to do
something differently.

Instead of being mope-y, I started pretending she was there
next to me (uh, in a non-schizophrenic way, ThankYouVeryMuch)

I've been channeling her spirit whenever I’d get down, or embarrassed or overwhelmed.

Because who couldn’t smile at this being your best
friend???

I'm never really alone when I have Meredith on my shoulder. LOVE YOU TO PIECES MEREDITH!!!